Chapter 1150 - 304: Skirt Sweeps the Waves, Feelings in a Thousand Threads; Brocade Sleeves Face the Wind, Intentions in Ten Thousand Layers (Part 2)

The copper wine gourd in Lu Dechu’s hand transformed into a lethal divine artifact, sweeping across with horizontal and vertical strikes. The cold iron gourd collided with the Bone-Piercing Awl, sparks flying everywhere.

His short and stout build appeared clumsy, but he was exceptionally agile. Each turn of his body carried an immense force.

A Western wizard had just begun chanting a spell when Lu Dechu closed in, smashing the bottom of the gourd onto the wizard’s skull with a heavy thud. The wizard’s head exploded like a watermelon, splattering its contents all over Lu Dechu’s face.

"More!" Lu Dechu wiped the blood from his face and sprayed another mouthful of strong wine.

The wine in the air condensed into countless tiny ice projectiles, targeting the enemy’s eyes and throats specifically.

A Western elder attempted to block with a magic staff, only to see the ice projectiles pierce through the staff and directly into his face, bleeding from all orifices before dying.

Taking advantage of the moment, Lu Dechu charged forward, unleashing a series of Celestial Spirit Palm strikes. "Snap, snap, snap," echoed crisply as the chest bones of three villains shattered, collapsing onto the ground in convulsions. The Western group, witnessing this, formed a formation to try and suppress Lu Dechu with their numbers.

Lu Dechu, however, laughed thrice, tossing the wine gourd high with a move of "Celestial Spirit Palm Technique—Overturning Rivers and Seas!" Both palms surged out, the formidable palm force like a tidal wave breaking the Western formation instantly.

Seizing the opportunity to reclaim the wine gourd, he charged into the enemy ranks like a madman. Wherever the gourd swept, leg bones broke; where the palm wind reached, internal organs shattered.

In the rain of blood and gore, Lu Dechu’s coarse clothing was entirely soaked in blood, yet his round face bore a crazed smile.

As the last Western villain had his head smashed by the wine gourd, he shook the gourd in his hand, belched loudly, "Satisfying! Satisfying! Shame there’s not enough wine!"

Underfoot, over a hundred Western villains’ corpses lay scattered, the water of the Sword Pool turned crimson from the blood, while Lu Dechu stood among them like an Evil God from Hell.

But suddenly, three top Western experts surrounded Lu Dechu in a triangle formation: to the left was the leader of "Yin Mountain Twin Evils" wielding serrated meteor hammers, the chains with barbs glimmering green; in the center was the "Soul Hooker" with an iron crown, holding a judge’s pen; to the right was the bare-footed "Blood Blade Demoness," with a Nine-Section Steel Whip wrapped around her waist.

Lu Dechu remained fearless, his plump body standing like a steel tower by the Sword Pool, the copper wine gourd in his hand danced ferociously, the cold iron gourd’s opening glowing with a haunting light.

"You bastards, Grandpa’s appetizer hasn’t been settled yet!" Lu Dechu chugged a mouthful of strong wine, his adam’s apple rolled, cheeks flushing with a sickly red. Suddenly, the copper wine gourd flew from his hand, the wind it stirred up sending the snow on the ground swirling into a mist.

The leader of "Yin Mountain Twin Evils" swung his hammer to block but heard a loud clang as the meteor hammer was dented and deformed, blood from his fractured tiger’s mouth trickling down the chain. The "Soul Hooker’s" judge’s pen darted like a snake towards Lu Dechu’s throat.

Lu Dechu didn’t dodge, suddenly launching the opening move of "Celestial Spirit Palm Technique—Supporting Heaven and Earth." Calluses bulged like hills in his palm, even before the palm wind arrived, the air cracked with a piercing roar.

The moment the judge’s pen intersected with the palm force, the tip shattered inch by inch. The "Soul Hooker" staggered backward, black blood seeping from his seven orifices—the palm force actually carried unmatched inner strength, directly shattering his meridians.

The "Blood Blade Demoness’s" Nine-Section Steel Whip suddenly transformed into a skyful of black shadows, the hooked tip directly targeting Lu Dechu’s eyes.

Lu Dechu let out a peculiar laugh, suddenly inhaling to puff his belly, condensing the wine sprayed in mid-air into ice projectiles.

"Ha!" The ice projectiles came pouring down like torrential rain, shooting towards the demoness with a whistling sound.

Her steel whip spun into a round shield but couldn’t stop the ice projectiles, several barbs piercing into her shoulder.

Lu Dechu seized the opportunity to close in; the wine gourd swept sideways like Mount Tai descending.

"Crunch!" The Blood Blade Demoness’s steel whip was smashed into scrap iron, the bottom of the gourd slammed heavily into her chest.

The sound of ribs breaking mingled with her screams, the demoness flew backward, shattering the stone lantern by the Sword Pool, dead upon landing.

Lu Dechu wiped the blood from his face, turning his gaze towards Yin Mountain Twin Evils. The second one was about to launch a sneak attack but saw Lu Dechu’s palms flying, executing "Celestial Spirit Palm Technique’s" "Overturning Rivers and Seas." Two powerful palm forces like raging waves sent him crashing directly into the stone wall.

The thousand-year cliff carvings, "Wind Gorge Cloud Spring," were dented with a human-shaped depression, debris scattering as the second one’s skull exploded from the palm force.

The leader’s courage shattered, turning to flee, but Lu Dechu flung the wine gourd.

The cold iron gourd flew like a meteor chasing the moon, "thump," smashing into the back of his head, brain matter mixed with bone fragments burst onto the snowy ground.

The Sword Pool was littered with corpses, Lu Dechu stepped over the bodies of foes, picked up the wine gourd and guzzled a big mouthful.

Wine mixed with blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth as he looked at the Western minions swarming from afar. A sinister smile appeared on his round face, "Good timing! Grandpa hasn’t warmed up his Celestial Spirit Drunken Fist enough yet!"

With that, his body spun like a top, the wine gourd and flesh palm darting out, wherever they went, blood splattered, screams echoed.

Mixed with the snow and blood on the bluestone slabs, they coalesced into dark red ice crystals. Jin Liufu’s Eight Trigrams Golden Saber had flown out of his hand, while Xuanming Left Elder’s Ice Silkworm Silk fiercely strangled his throat.

Jin Liufu’s veins bulged, blood beads leaking from under his Golden Armor, dripping along the Ice Silkworm Silk, blossoming into patches of red plum on the ground.

"Stop!" A loud shout tore through the bloody air above the Sword Pool. Lu Dechu’s round body surged forward like a fired iron ball, the copper wine gourd swept across with immense force. Xuanming Right Elder’s ghostly face slightly moved, his iron duster lightly waved, sending dozens of Poisoned Silver Needles whizzing through the air.